Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 10:43:57 PST
From: Justin John
Subject: Soccer fun
SOCCER FUN
by JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
For lovers of hot shorts and briefs!!
I thought that you might like to hear about the time when I was in the
under-18s team and had my first taste of soccer sex! What's more, I was
introduced to this by a teacher, the games master who had only recently
been appointed to take charge of soccer at our school. He must have
been fresh out of college, because when he was in his kit he didn't
really look any older than most of us sixth-formers.
I used to play regularly for the team, but for this particular away
match I was on the reserve list as I had a slight muscle strain and it
was thought best to rest me if possible. I would be able to play in an
emergency, however, so I packed my strip as normal (we wore white satin
shorts and white shirt). On this Saturday I was being given a lift to
the match by the young games master, Mr Wetherall, as he actually lived
quite close to my parents and - to use his own words - 'as I'm passing
your door it seems a waste of time for you to go all the way into school
to get the coach'. That suited me OK,
but I thought at the time that a couple of the other lads lived just as
close to Mr Wetherall, but he hadn't offered them a lift. I got into
his large hatchback, next to him, and he drove off. The match was being
played about twenty miles away, and we were in good time.
'Shame about your injury' said Mr Wetherall, looking across at me in the
passenger seat, and smiling.
'Yes sir, but I might still get a match I suppose, if you decide to
substitute'.
'Mmm, I'm not sure how sensible that would be. I don't want to put you
under any strain.'
As I was unlikely to play, I had not changed into my kit but was wearing
faded blue jeans (a concession allowed by the school on a Saturday, as
normally we would have to wear uniform) and a white teeshirt. Mr
Wetherall himself was wearing our soccer strip, as he always did on
match days even though he was only the coach. At that moment, he drove
off the main road, which I thought was a bit odd, and took a side road
leading into countryside.
'This way takes no longer, and it gets away from the traffic' he said.
'How's the muscle strain coming along anyway? Are you getting much
pain?'
'Not at all, sir. It's only when I have to stretch out for a ball that
I sense anything.' His hand reached across to my thigh and rested on
it. 'Where do you feel the tension? Is it here on your thigh, or ...
higher?' There was a curious catch in his voice that made me nervous,
but I found myself saying... 'higher'. With that he raised his hand
gently upwards, and rested it at the very top of my thigh, just touching
my crutch.
'If you like I could try some massage. It usually manages to loosen
tension amazingly. Do you want me to try it?'
Somehow I knew that what I now replied would have enormous significance
for the next half-hour. But I paused only for a moment before saying
'yes please sir, that would be good.'
'I'll have to pull in of course - can't risk an accident!' With that he
pulled off into an even more deserted country lane, and drew up in a
farm track. 'Why don't we move to the back seat - there's more room and
I can get working on you properly there.' I immediately got out from
the front seat, and opened the back door, and we both go onto the back
bench seat. 'Now just lie back and relax, Justin. I know what I'm
doing.' I did what he suggested, and lay back in the seat. Mr
Wetherall again started to stroke my thigh through my jeans, at first
without touching my mound, but soon his hand began to work more
regularly at the top of my thigh. Then he lost all pretence about what
he was up to, and lightly brushed the front of my fly with his
fingertips.
'Mmm, you sexy lad. I've been waiting for weeks for this moment. There
have been so many times when I have wanted to get inside your school
trousers and make you shoot your teenage spunk. Just relax and enjoy
this.' With that I could feel his fingers fumbling at the catch at the
top of my tight jeans, which released and he then pulled my zip
downwards. He tugged my crisp white teeshirt upwards to expose my
smooth flat stomach, and rubbed the bare skin. I was breathing fast now,
and very excited. Nothing like this had happened to me before. His
hand continued its journey, and he began to slip his fingers down inside
my open jeans. He went suddenly tense when he made contact with the top
of my briefs.
'Oh my God, Justin, you sexy kid. You're wearing nylon briefs, aren't
you? That's fucking fantastic, my favourite, and I shall need to suck
your boycock through them.' I just gave myself up to him then. I have
always loved the feel of a pair of shiny nylon briefs, and I was
delighted that he shared my enthusiasm. The way that the material
hugged my cock and balls, and gave that slippery texture was so
exciting. In school, I would often sit at my desk with a hand in my
trouser pocket, feeling the shiny nylon through my trousers and getting
my cock really hard. I have lots of pairs of nylon briefs, and today
was wearing a pair of powder blue. The teacher pulled at my jeans hard
then, to get them down my legs, and I raised myself up to allow him to
tug them right down. He gasped as my pants came into view, as they were
bulging with my fast-growing hardon. I knew that they were fucking
horny, and he was loving what he saw. My 17-year-old teen cock was
pressing through the shiny material, and my well-filled balls made the
briefs bulge with my boyflesh.
'Quick, stretch out lengthways on the seat so that I can work on you
more easily' he urged. I didn't need any second instruction, but lay
back, pulling my teeshirt up to expose my nipples as I did so. He
pulled my jeans right off my feet, so I was wearing just teeshirt and
nylon briefs. He began to pant with lust, and with his eager hand began
to massage by throbbing cockmound through the tight straining blue
material. 'You sexy little soccer stud, wanting me to wank you off in
your pants, your tight nylon briefs. Let's see you wet them with your
teenage precum juices first.'
He massaged my 7 inches of quivering cockmeat then, though this was all
still through my briefs - he had yet to see my naked throbber. Right on
cue, I began to wet my briefs with my precum which flowed freely from my
loose foreskin. I knew that the clear pearls of boyjuice were making my
powder blue nylon briefs transparent, and then he was staring at my
teenmeat through the material. He slowly and loving wanked me, and then
quickly moved downwards so that his mouth closed over the wettening
briefs. Noisily and eagerly he began to slurp on my cockhead, still
contained in by pants, whilst massaging my cum-filled balls with his
hand. I was loving this, not realising before how hot such a suck
session could be.
I think that I was probably moaning quite a lot by now, in fact I'm sure
I was as I remember that this seemed to get the horny games teacher even
more excited. I noticed that he had slipped his free hand down to his
stain soccer shorts, and was rubbing himself hard through them - they
seemed to be very well-filled! After about three
minutes of this suck session, Mr Wetherall stooped and quickly released
my soaking cock from the confining nylon. He tugged my briefs very
slightly downwards, but only enough to allow my big juicy cock to spring
out. For the first time now he touched the quivering flesh, and eagerly
jerked me gently, letting my foreskin moved up and down over my big
mushroom head. I was so wet from precum that I was slippery. He was
masturbating me in regular strokes,and I knew that I wouldn't be able to
hold back much longer.
Just then, he moved around so that I could have a clear view of what he
was doing to himself, and I was amazed to see him pull the soccer shorts
down to reveal a transparent g-string! I had never seen one of these
before, and I was really aroused by it. His throbbing cock and
juiced-up balls were clearly visible, and as I watched he began to wank
himself fast by sliding his hand down inside his g-string. God knows
how there was room.
'Quick Justin' he said. 'I want you to shoot all of your creamy
teenspunk for me, over front of my shorts. I'm going to cum in my pants
for you. Come on boystud, give me your hot milky boyspunk. Shoot a
load of cumcream for me.'
This hot talk made me go wild, and I started thrashing around on the
back seat with lust. 'Here I come, here I come' I shouted, as I felt
the spunk begin to travel up my hot shaft in an ecstatic creamy
explosion of boycum. My spunk pumped in jets over his soccer shorts,
and at that moment he gave a gasp and I watched as his g-string filled
up with his young manspunk.
My cock was tingling with pleasure as, ten minutes later, we headed off
down the road. I could hardly believe what had happened, and we hadn't
even got to the match yet! I was now wearing my soccer kit, as Mr
Wetherall had said that he had further plans for me...
If you enjoyed this, let me know and send me a hot email:
scott_justin51@hotmail.com